No suit either. This is a casual family gathering, you are not expected to dress up. Jeans and a shirt will be fine.’ ‘Ok.’ Maybe I ought to tak... notes. ‘Any pointers? I don’t want to disappoint you.’ ‘Just be your sweet self. Try not to worry about making an impression and you’ll be fine. If you feel shy you don’t have to speak. Just relax.’ Weirdly, my heart beat with the beat of Ravel’s Bolero in the taxi to Magda’s parents. Nervous, yes, but again, good nervous. Bolero’s is not a beat that. He fell asleep only to be awakened suddenly when she smacked him in the face.“What’s the matter?!? Didn’t I satisfy you when we screwed?” he asked.“It was after you fell asleep that got you into trouble,” said the angry woman. “In your sleep, you felt my tits and mumbled, ‘What perfect headlights.’ Then you felt my thighs and murmured, ‘what a smooth finish.’”“What’s wrong with that?” asked the driver.“Nothing, but then you felt my pussy and yelled, ‘who the hell left the garage door. .she cups her hand over his balls and finds the g-spot again. She licks her finger and caresses him there. Not as sweet a sensation as when using her tongue, but sweet anyway. Now that his hands are covered in her wet juice, he starts to work his fingers in and out of her before sliding in a fourth finger. It is time for him to cum. She moans loudly as he uses his hands to bring her back to climax yet once more.He can feel her caressing him on the spot again. His cock feels like its going to. Very quickly my cock was as hard as a rock and it wanted out of my tight jeans. I reached down to my crotch to adjust it a time or two and of course Paul noticed."Got a hard on have you?"I blushed and muttered "yeah, do you?"He said "yes, want to compare?"I needed no coaxing and immediately stood up, unzipped, lowered my underwear and jeans and stepped out of them. My cock was rigid and sticking up towards my navel. I dropped onto my knees again, the tent was too short to stand up.Paul also got.